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My lord! Even old aunty here today
black dress, darkest of shades and she looks great
sweet scent, lilies and iris, itâs my day
as Iâve got a date who will not be late
My Lord! Before your priest
I find myself
sweet song, moving my soul in
itâs embrace
so long, old single days fare you well
as Iâve got a date who will not be late
I think he must have lost some weight
I need a coin
how sweet the sound of his
deep voice
I think heâs here to lead the way
I feel so light
letâs start my dance my darling,
swing with style
My lord! Even old aunty here today
black dress, darkest of shades and
she looks great
sweet scent, lilies and iris, itâs my day
as Iâve got a date who will not be late
My Lord! Glad that my make-up doesnât fade
he comes riding the ferry âcross
the lake
Care on, I will be walking to my fate
as Iâve got a date who will not be late
I think he must have lost some weight.
I need a coin.
how sweet the sound of his
deep voice.
I think heâs here to lead the way
I see the light
letâs start my dance macabre,
swing your scythe.